Hello everyone, I'm back with a new experimental story… a fun adventure I suppose. AU.

(This came about months ago during one of my boring classes, and I decided that with a few modifications this could become another possibly successful Naomily story I could share with you.)

(For those of you who are pissed at me for starting another story instead of finishing the other ones, well, SORRY, I won't forget about them, I just need to keep moving between a few projects otherwise I get bored altogether. Not to mention I've wanted to share this one for a long time. Wrote it before the other two…) (Only about 12 pages worth mind you… but it's a start.)

Short Summary (of what I've decided so far…): Emily is an operative for an agency and at some point she is forced to question who she is and whether she's not the 'good guy' anymore… (Sorry if that's shit, don't want to give much away, not to mention I haven't given it too much thought yet.)

The pleasure is all mine. :) PS: if you can't figure out who Nine is, then you have to sort out your priorities. Hint. Her name sounds like Emily. Oh damn. I just gave it away. (sarcasm.) (**note on bottom, explaining why I bothered saying this.)

Chapter One: Driving Miss Lazy

-January first was the beginning, and I had no idea at the time what that meant, beyond the average 'it's the first day of the year' explanation. Unfortunately, I wasn't average, and neither was the explanation I was looking for. I only wish I knew sooner what I was headed for, which would possibly make the journey easier for myself. No. Nothing is ever easy. If it's easy you are doing it wrong.-

"Open your eyes, Nine." The shades covering the window buzzed and shot up, exposing the room to the overly-bright and sunny day. The mop of red-hair on the bed remained still under the crisp white sheets, ignoring the voice. "Nine, please get up now, don't make me use the new installation Mr. Jefferson brought in for this very reason," the voice coming from the speakers was slightly louder now. There was a slight growl in response from under the sheets, but no movement that was significant enough to be considered getting up. "Alright then Nine, have it your way. Activating awakening sequence," the robotic voice had been given artificial feelings, and right now its tone was showing slight amusement at getting the opportunity to use a new gadget.

Immediately, the bed started to roll on wheels that extended from the bed posts and the red-mop looked up, drowsily surprised and nervous about where exactly the bed was taking her. "Computer, I'm up now, this isn't necessary." The plea became more urgent when she realized where the bed was about to make its final stop. "Nine, I've had enough of your morning laziness, it's time you get some proper motivation!" The robotic voice was following her as it rolled on.

"No-no-no-NO-N-!" The bed jerked to a sudden stop at the edge of its destination, flinging the red-mop out of the bed and into the pool with a cold splash. The girl got out of the pool, grumpily, in her now sopping wet pajamas and wiped away the red hair plastered to her face. "Great. Now I don't have to take a shower." She mumbled to spite the computer, but more so to keep her sense of pride.

"Time for your supplements, Nine."

The girl rolled her eyes and followed the cold white tiles back to a set of black lockers. She pulled out a towel and threw her wet clothes down a grey chute in the wall. Wrapped in only the towel, she walked through the large doorway down the wide hall and into the kitchen.

The kitchen was very modern looking, all black and white, full of gadgets that were fit to cook a five-star meal for one-hundred in a matter of seconds, with only vocal command necessary to activate it. Nine walked over to one of the black marble counters and tapped it. A screen presented itself flat on the countertop before a voice came out of a speaker installed in the counter. "What would you like today, Nine?" This voice was different from the previous one, less human-like, more robotic. "The usual," sighed Nine. A minute and a beep later the girl opened a small drawer beneath the counter to reveal two small pills which she swallowed without even a glass of water. "Delicious," she remarked sarcastically.

"The new pills in the catalog taste better. I could have them delivered by tomorrow if you are interested." The central voice could detect Nine's sarcasm. "No, I don't need it." She whispered under the hair still clinging to her face.

The slap of her wet feet followed her as she walked into a room on her left. *Click* "Lights off." The red-head was stern, "And computer, please keep the auto-light off in here, you know my routine involves picking my clothes in the dark." The lights obeyed and flicked themselves off. Nine reached out, her hand met by the rough texture of numerous pairs of jeans on racks. After picking one at random, she reached her other arm to the opposite side of the large walk-in closet and chose what felt like a tank-top and a sweatshirt. Anything else she needed was easily accessible in the drawer she always left half open.

"Light on." She smiled at her blind-pickings. Not bad. She walked further into the closet until she was close to a mirror that covered the back wall of it, much wider and taller than herself. She dropped her towel, and then glanced at herself in the mirror before slipping on her bra, army green tank top, and black hoodie with the company logo. Her knickers and dark wash jeans were next. Satisfied, she left the closet, went back through the kitchen and entered her private home office.

A lengthy table was in the middle of the room with a large black chair at the end. She took a seat and put both her hands on the table. The girl never grew tired of the semi-real shimmer of waves the table created at her touch. An image that appeared to be a scanner traced her hands before making a sound like a bell and stating her information. "Agent Nine, five feet, three inches, skins pattern three, one-hundred and two pounds, red hair, brown eyes, confirmed. Voice pattern?" "Affirmative," Nine said fluently before the machine continued. "confirmed." The table that was lifeless before her touch now had thousands of pictures flooding beneath the glass top, all moving towards her in an organized fashion, some larger than others showing importance.

One image in particular grew much larger than the others as it drew closer to her view. She tapped it when it was within reach and the person in the image started to move. "Good morning Nine." Said the old man with a thick brown mustache."Relatively," She responded looking away from him uninterested. "Okay…. Today there will be a meeting at central headquarters. Be there at ten a.m. sharp. The entire board will be attending to discuss you current unit status, understood Nine?" "

"Yes, sir."

"And Nine?"

"Hmm?"

"Drop the attitude. We may be under critical instability and shortage at the moment but that doesn't give you the right to take advantage of our patience. That will be all." *Click*

The image disappeared and was shortly replaced by another one of a boy with a cheeky smile. "Incoming call from Ten." Nine tapped the image and got ready for the daily childish banter about to start. The boy in the video chat looked cheery and gave a big kiss to the camera.

"Morning Eight!" he smirked.

"That joke wasn't funny the first time Cook." I'll never forget the day I gave him his nickname, it was when I was so fed up with him stealing me cookies I just called him one big fat cookie, and he just sat there and smiled at me nibbling at my cookie right in front of me. Cook just sort of stuck. Every morning he would call her by a number other than her actual one, and she would always tell him the same thing, and try to hide the smile that crept on her face every time. It was their special way of greeting each other.

"I think it's funny! Anyway, I was wondering if we could shoot around at the new range today. Perhaps around ten a.m., yeah?" He was trying hard not to laugh, blocking his face from me by running his hand through his short brown hair.

"They called about that as well I see. I think we better show up this time, the entire board is going to be there to evaluate us."

"Aww, c'mon Red," The name he never stopped calling me since I decided to change my hair from a boring brown to a vibrant red. "It's only a bunch of old men sitting in their fancy chairs swiveling around, mumbling all sorts of unimportant company lingo. We'll get the job regardless of our attendance, they fucking need us."

"Cook, I believe you and I know that ditching this meeting would be consequential to their decision. So regardless of what kind of chair they are sitting in, or what language they speak, we have to g—"

"See you at ten then!" He shouted and hung up, the video chat bubble fading away into the numerous other ones.

Nine laughed to herself then made her way out of the loft to the vehicle shaft underground. When she opened the door the lights across the room slowly lit up, revealing a room much bigger than you'd think, filled with all sorts of cars and a wall of gadgets all recently put out by QUEST87.

QUEST87 was the most notorious gadget inventory company known both on a national and international basis. Fortunately for Nine, their home factory was in the United Kingdom, not very far from her loft and work. As a result of her current high status in the agency, she had the frequent opportunity to try out their updated items for them. In fact, she even had the rare opportunity to meet the well famous and now retired Eighty-Seven, on one visit to the factory. Eighty-Seven, previous member of the same agency as Nine, had founded the gadget company shortly after his accomplice and friend died on a mission due to failing machinery and devices in their time of need. From then on there were many laws about the precaution of new weapons that were released. Only QUEST87 met legal standards with every item they offered, always updating their items and making sure they are top-grade. Due to such high demand and amazing quality, only the best ever get an opportunity to use their better items.

"Jonah!" called Nine. A man with very curly brown hair popped out from behind one of the more expensive looking cars. "Yes, Miss Nine?" He was rubbing his eyes and turning off the flashlight attached to the large goggles he was wearing. He lifted up his goggles squinting, and reaching out a hand to shake hers. "Sorry about the bright lights, I forgot you like to work with limited light most of the time." "It's okay." He rubbed a tear from his sensitive eyes, but gave her a reassuring smile. "So Miss Nine, how would you like to get to your evaluation today?"

"I was thinking something to impress." She smiled.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but based on what I've assessed from your personality, I've never taken you as a girl interested in flaunting her goods." He blushed at his awkward phrasing, "I mean, uhm, physical stuff," he coughed nervously, "like money and your more expensive things…"

"What…?" The red-head tilted and gave him a quizzical look.

"To put it simply, when have you ever given a shit about impressing other people?" He looked away, to try and make his question seem less bold and rude. Not that she actually thought his intention was harmful, just curious. He was always gathering information and collecting what he could from observations.

"It's fine to ask JJ. It's not the board I'm trying to impress if that means anything."

"Oh. Yes!" JJ understood now with much more clarity, a mischievous smile crept up his face. "How about the X5Speed, it was just delivered and arrived last night, I was a bit too excited to leave and go to sleep, so I stayed and tinkered with it. Made some special modifications of my own I think you'll appreciate, and I'd be lying to you if I said it wouldn't impress anyone you drove past."

"Your amazing Jonah, the X5Speed sounds great."

JJ didn't hesitate to hit a button on the tool belt of his black jumpsuit. A car pulled forward, shiny black with red hubcaps on the tires, tinted windows. Very stealthy and suave looking. Nine pulled a tab on the door and watched as they lifted up three-hundred-sixty degrees, easily making more than enough room for her to climb into the low-seats. Nine loved cars that were close to the ground, they always made driving more of a thrill. Not that her daily-dose of thrill was ever absent from her life. She bid JJ a good day and thanked him before closing the car door and rising out of the underground garage onto the normal looking urban city street. The sidewalks were filled with people walking in every direction, traffic was crowding the roads, and the noise all around was loud, while lights were flashing in random places.

A bright blue sports car pulled up next to her with windows tinted so dark she couldn't see more than a dark shadow of a figure behind them, seeming to be looking in her direction. Nine leaned back into her seat and chuckled. "Seriously?"

"Seriously." The familiar voice answered through her car speakers and she instantly jerked up. "You like? It's the new transmission hacking system that came with my brand new car. Let's me hear what's going on in any car I like and talk if I want."

"That's just stupid and disturbing."

"It most definitely isn't stupid. If it was stupid then it wouldn't allow you to hear my voice perfectly clearly when I get to the office first and mock you."

'Seriously?" The red-head laughed quietly so he wouldn't hear her and know she found him funny. He is such a child, always showing off his new toys. Then again, you aren't any better, you did opt for a flashy car just this morning.

"Seriously." The blue car next to hers revved it's engine twice as if to assure her, before speeding off.

"You need to get a life Cook."

"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He was screaming like an adrenaline junkie on their first roller-coaster ride. She could make out the screeching of tires in the distance and some angry people yelling in the background. "C'mon Red, I don't want you to complain I got a head start, get your ass in the competition!" He was laughing his cheeky chuckle, only lighting the fuse to my competitive fire.

Nine's foot reacted and hit the gas hard; she was very good at car chases. Speed and control were two things that she had mastered and there was no way in hell she was going to let Cook mock her all day over some stupid race. The rush of instinctive actions took over her thoughts and caused her to swerve the car into a narrow alley, her brain had already calculated it was wide enough for the car. Quick thinking was necessary. As she pulled out she nicked the side of a vendor's cart sending hotdogs and toppings all over the street. "Sorry!" she shouted, knowing it wasn't very likely he heard her, considering the speed she was going and the distance that had been put between them in a matter of seconds.

"Nice one Red, although I don't think your pretty looks are going to get you a free hot dog there anymore if he catches you as the owner of that car of yours."

She made her way through the city until she came to a special stop, where she had to open her window and swipe a special card in order to be allowed admission to a hidden tunnel. It wasn't long before she caught sight of the blue car and matched its pace driving beside it.

"Shit, how'd you do that?"

It took her a minute to realize what he was asking. She had just equaled his maximum speed in a few seconds making his car look pathetically slow.

"JJ." I smiled knowing my gadgets were in good hands.

"Fuck, gotta get me one of those."

Nine looked at her speedometer and realized she could go at least another twenty miles faster than she was. She rolled down her window and watched as Cook did the same.

"I just wanted you to see this before you meet me at the office." She flipped him off before speeding away. They laughed with each other until she had parked and waited five minutes until he pulled up next to her. "Fuck, you got me Red. Nice one."

"Yeah. Now because I won, you have to get me a coffee."

"Oh fuck. But you know the coffee maker is right near that Looney Mooney girl's office."

"Yeah. That's why I'm making you get it. By the way, her name is Pandora Moon, incase you have to remember her first name."

"Pandora, ay. That girls a nutter."

They were both walking into the underground building through the glass doors with the large emblem on them. It was a big black circle with a red, a yellow, a green, and a blue dot each in a different white circle within the larger black one. The very same picture was on Nine and Ten's sweatshirts. Ten reached over and hit the button of the lift. They both made room when a couple of other people in suits moved in. They were all going to the sixteenth floor. The red-head watched as Ten made funny faces behind the peoples backs. He is such a little boy at heart. I should stop smiling, I'm encouraging him… No luck. He just kept doing more and more amusing things, he only stopped when they were a floor away and people started shuffling getting ready to get out.

"Meet me in five by the meeting room with my coffee." Nine smirked at him before they turned in opposite directions after exiting the lift. The red-head followed the crowd of people who were gathering by two large brown doors, almost everyone was standing there, but her friend. She laughed to herself, knowing he'd have a couple choice words for her when he got back. Getting coffee is always eventful here.

MORE WILL BE REVEALED NEXT CHAPTER IF YOU'RE INTERESTED.

(** the explanation for above: I told you it was Emily so I'd be clear,

AND BECAUSE ff's that tend to use other names for our beloved characters tend to piss me off. Right now, I am telling you that at some point she will be called Emily. However, I will not give you the details of how, why, when, and where. Not to mention Cook will also be more formal later on. So just chill out if that sort of thing bothers you as well.)

Feedback is much appreciated.

Still working out where I want this story to go, but it's all about the me having fun writing… so who knows…

I really hope you like it so far…. Other than that, thanks for reading.

If I'm lucky you're antsy to hear about Panda and the evaluation. :D Let me know if I am?

PLEASE review. THANKS.

-Shira

***Oh yeah, chapter title was a play on words of 'Driving Miss Daisy'. I think I saw that movie once… and it was cute. No connection really between my story and the actual movie. Just having a bit of fun with it. Hehe. Titles are one of my favorite parts. :)